fryed@hotmail.com

So.. I get an email from The Great Allan Fryer.

I respond to his email.. As you usually do. Not really giving a shit about anything else or paying attention to what his email address actually is (because your address book takes care of remembering his email address).. And then I read his email address.. I shit my pants and say to myself.. WHAT A FANTASTIC EMAIL ADDRESS!! FRYED! I love it.. It's possibly the best thing since my ever creative and evolving megoreing noodle dishes. Allan. Genius Of The Week goes to you.... Ride on son.. Ride on.

- Austin.

Its payday!

This would usually imply that you get paid on this day. I didn't. It's payday, but I didn't get paid. What the fuck? This is the day I'm supposed to get paid on. But I didn't get paid? Hang on, something's not right here...

So, we went through the usual Thursday ritual this arvo. It goes like this: Five o'clock comes round, pack up the tools, and stand around waiting for the man to hand out the cash - the waiting bit usually goes for half an hour before he finally gives it up. Only today it didn't work that way. He gave Scott his cash, walked back into his office, then walked out the front door with his brief case. Got into his car and left. All done without saying a single word.

Now this is fucked. The exhaust dude and I thought about not turning up to work tomorrow, but we need our cash, and I promised a customer his car would be finished for the weekend. I work hard all week every week. I do my best at my job, I deserve my pay. What I don't deserve is the disrespect my boss showed me and the exhaust dude today. It's just as well I've still got some cash left this week, cause usually I'm cashless by thursday.

Fuck that cunt's going to cop it tomorrow.

Jeebus!!!!

There's no real reason for that title. Fuck, there's no real reason for this post.
So I went to see that dude about the job on Saturday morning - after having no sleep on Friday night and playing Uno for the hours surrounding sunrise. Old mate turned out to be an absolute tool. He was completely against modifying cars and that goes completely against what I got into this trade for. Resulting from this, I've decided I'm stuck where I am for a while. I've realised my 'concrete is always greyer' view on this trade is simply wrong. Sure, the place I work at is fucked. But at least I get to work on decent cars and do shit that makes me think.

I've learnt over the last week that voicing my opinion loudly and forcefully gets me somewhere. And, by fuck does it relieve stress. I've also realised that finding a new job that's decent is like finding acid. I have to wait for it to find me. And it may just have happened. Mark's dad and his brother are thinking about buying a shop in Brookvale. So if all goes well, I may have a job there.

So what's on the cards for this long weekend? I've got a litre bottle of Southern that needs drinking. Lets get trashed motherfuckers!!!

Relax! The server aint maxed out (unless u mean doteasy), but blogger doesnt max out. The problem is the server that hosts the pictures for the blog (the big school sucks pic n dat) we need a new blog. no one touch anything unless you know exactly what youre doing.

ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!

Sucked in cunt!!!

Pretty soon you'll be old! Ha!... I'll get you some cash as long as you promise to not come back... capiche?...

Anyways the real purpose of my post is to ask you guys a question...

Say you meet a really hot, nice chick... with a killer personality... you exchange numbers... then 4 days later, you get an SMS...

'Hi Jeff, its Poppy from the other night, how you been? I'm bored at work and seeing what ur doing on friday night?'

What do you do? What do you do... Well i took the approach which basically said...

'Well i guess i'm meeting up with you and we're gonna do something right?'

Right! So Jeffs off with Poppy this friday and our mutual friend Helen (can you spell threesome... i can... <--- see), and doing stuff... What stuff is, i dont know...

Then theres Maxine... one of the new L22 chicks (the original 22 chick is now on my floor within good perving distance from me)... she's been sick and only got back today, she comes to my desk and leaves me a note saying i have to come visit her... I didnt... but i will coz she's hot, she's flirty, and she's hot.... Hmmm this is shaping up to be a good week for me...

So thats my present to you pabs... me being happy...

It's Your Birthday Mr. P.

Happy Birthday.

It's raining outside. So i guess you can say you had a wet birthday this year.

Enjoy your new shoes.

Halloween ideas anyone?

and why is the blog not updating any mroe than 330 posts? Have we reached maximum occupency? Is it time for a feast??

- austin.

It's My Birthday Tomorrow!

I know you all know and you probably don't care, and I probably dogged your birthday too, but still, it is, and tho I know the odds of you guys helping me out with going to Mexico are smaller than Austin's dick, I would still like to ask that all donations be made in the form of a $10 note so that I can go away.

It's not just for my benefit, you'll also get rid of me for at least 3 months.

I hate birthdays, i'm already depressed.

"We'll clean out your venue for nothing."

- austin.

"We need a pimp" - Pablo